I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
In the sea, in the sea, I dream, I dream of me. No, no not narcissistically, And yet, and yet I find clarity. In the ocean, in the ocean
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Here’s something That we should know: Glass breaks and we reach low We expect salvation in any shape and form, But often forget,
There existed a marriage between Doubt and Spirit. No, it’s not strange. There’s no need to fear it. Once upon a time, when the wind was cool and dead,
What do you want to know? About the girl who likes the snow? Or the girl who has cried, But dares not say goodbye?
To the girl who broke like glass, It’s alright my dear, This will all pass. You may not see it now, or tomorrow for that matter,
Every morning, We dress our best. In order to please Or to surprise Or to taunt Or to simply seem that we in fact
Cares and words were given freely Almost doubtless and completely. Never felt goodness this quickly. Thing is we have changed.
I remain a mystery For all the world to see. It’s easy to hide me, It’s elementary. I hide in plain sight, So cleverly well,
In the morning, I am the first to awake. I avoid coffee, instead looking to the tea kettle for a warm drink in the cold.
Hoarse is the voice of Winter. His breath is sharp like the icicles He forms from His fingertips. His hum, blizzards it brings from the flurries upon the gravel roads.
It should be easy to proclaim, I should know if you feel the same, But the truth hurts in some capacities, It’s hard to imagine the possibilities.
If only you knew the thoughts in my head, If only you knew to choose them instead. If only you knew how easy it is to smile
